curse the world at hogwarts

Speaking of Hermione, Trelawney suddenly became energetic.

"That was simply my nightmare, the most lacking..."

"Huh~~~?"

Suddenly, Professor Shengun realized that there was such a saying in the far east.

The further back you are on the stage, the heavier the weight will be. This is called the finale.

"...Miss Granger is extremely talented!"

Faced with the temptation of wine, Professor Shengun finally decided to go against his own conscience, which was not much left, and told lies with four eyes open.

"But she was influenced by living in Muggle society for a long time, and she mentally resisted the course of divination."

"What a shame!"

Professor Magic’s acting skills are unquestionable, and her sad sigh is definitely worth an Oscar.

"Then if...I mean if..."

Rhine proposed a new and complementary view.

"You will have a constant supply of alcohol until Miss Granger graduates..."

It was impossible for Hermione to lower her attitude towards the Divination class. The little guy's correct attitude towards other classes determined that she would never be able to reverse this stubbornness.

So……

"I believe that Miss Granger must be number one in her grade!"

"……Thank you for your……"

Rhine and Trelawney smiled evilly and clapped their hands to make a pact.

"……prophecy."

After making this agreement, Rhine kindly dug out an unused stretch bag and helped Trelawney put the wine barrel into it before watching her sneak away towards the castle.

I don't know if it was due to Rhine's influence as a professor, but Hermione did not quit the divination class in the end, and she continued to persevere.

But could it also be an invisible antagonism to Rhine's ongoing objection to her using the time-turner?

In any case, Rhine felt that since this was the case, the little girl should not be allowed to do useless work.

Anyway, divination is a matter of pure talent. None of the students have any special abilities. Who is good and who is bad all depends on the likes and dislikes of the magician professor.

With little Hermione's character, even if she gets good grades in this class, she will definitely not go out and cheat. There is nothing to worry about.

If it were Ron...

Rhine would definitely persuade the magician professor to kick him out of class.

The old hapless man didn't say that for nothing.

After seeing Trelawney successfully return to the castle and disappearing behind the gate, Rhine turned his head again, glanced at Hagrid who had given up, and turned towards the Whomping Willow.

In fact, the stupidest thing about Trelawny is that as long as she finds Hagrid and praises him for a word or two, she can reap far more rewards than a barrel of wine.

Everyone has limitations, and Rhine himself is no exception.

So he hoped to seize this opportunity to satisfy little Hermione's little vanity of not having to drop out of classes and being number one in all subjects.

After poking the scar knot on the Whomping Willow, Rhine got into the secret passage below, and after walking for a while, he came to the Shrieking Shack.

As soon as he entered the door, Rhine was blinded by a flash of light.

"Ow—!"

If he hadn't felt any threat, he would have even suspected that he had been attacked.

"What the hell?"

It took Rhine a long time to adapt. He struggled to look inside the shed with tears streaming down his face, and then his whole body became Spartan.

"Arthur?"

"Oh~ hi!"

Mr. Arthur Weasley, who was holding a welding gun, raised his head and greeted Rhine excitedly.

"Hi?"

Rhine was completely speechless and looked at Flamel and Morticia next to him with questioning eyes.

Fortunately, Lupine did not appear here, otherwise Rhine would have thought that his organization had been completely invaded by Dumbledore.

"So...you are here?"

"Oh yes!"

Vale</span>Mr. Weasley stopped his new round of welding and fiddled with the things in his hands happily.

"I heard that Mr. Flamel needed someone who knew Muggle machinery, so I volunteered to help... You know, this matter cannot be known to too many outsiders."

For a moment, Rhine was speechless and choked.

He didn't know the specific principles of the bazooka in the Muggle world.

But it's definitely not a direct "chichichi" with a welding gun, right?

The Muggle Studies classes at Hogwarts must be changed. At the very least, they must be arranged according to the standards of middle school science!

The three big guys present were dismissive of Rhine's complaints.

Research is a complex and tortuous process. Those of us with many years of research experience have nothing to say. What qualifications do you have, a scumbag who just sits back and enjoys the success?

"Where's Snape?"

Flamel looked at Rhine angrily.

"He didn't come over. What's the point of coming over?"

Ok!

He came to care with good intentions, but was rejected in person instead. Laing could only ask himself whether the world could be better.

Compared to the old Flamel who was trapped by the oath, Morticia had a much better attitude. She stopped what she was doing and invited Rhine to have a cup of tea with her.

Rhine naturally took things as he was doing, and while waiting for the midnight tea, he looked at the shack that he had not seen for a long time.

There is no doubt that this place has undergone considerable modifications to adapt to the team's activities here.

Judging from the area, Flamel cast a large-scale invisible telescopic spell here, expanding the cabin that could only accommodate a bed into a duplex structure with two floors.

The first floor serves as a research area. The main part is a hall with a huge workbench, which is large enough for Rhine to run around here.

But they didn't occupy it completely, but left a bedroom-sized... iron cage in the corner.

Seeing Rhine looking at the furnishings of the cage, Morticia introduced it with a smile.

"Our straw is ordered from a specialized ranch, and I believe Professor Luping will be very comfortable with it."

Judging from the hole in the haystack in the cage, which is as high as a person, Lupine really likes it.

But Rhine suspected that Lupine, who had already transformed under his influence, might become an Alaska sooner or later.

On the second floor above the research room, there are several divided bedrooms. You can tell who belongs to them from the door decoration.

The one with a bunch of cultural relics belongs to Flamel, and the one with a headless doll hanging around belongs to Morticia... and her daughter Wednesday has the same virtue.

Surprisingly, Rhine actually discovered a bedroom belonging to Snape.

There is a sign hanging at the door——

"This room belongs to Professor Severus Snape. Please do not break in without permission."

"Especially Rhine Lyle."

"..."

Rhine smiled bitterly and spoke to Morticia, who was bringing tea.

"This person always has strange persecution delusions. I think you should refuse him to set up a rest room here... That cage is suitable for him."

Morticia laughed while sipping her black tea.

"Professor Lupin will be unhappy, you know, he doesn't make much sense when he transforms."

"And judging from your current actions, Professor Snape's warning seems to be very reasonable."

"I don't know where you came from, but Snape and I have always been close friends."

Rhine looked wronged, then raised his hand and pushed open the door in front of him.

It’s like it’s not him written on the sign…

Half a minute later, Rhine withdrew in a hurry and closed the door again from the inside without saying anything.

Turning around, Jean stared at Morticia depressedly.

"Why didn't you remind me that Snape slept here tonight?"

Morticia smiled so slyly.

"I thought you two were close."

"..."